still creative
Ezra returned her attention to the patterns she was studying. The rippling bluish fire around her fingertips danced merrily just inches from her flesh. Ezra needed to maintain the proper focus to keep the super-heated magic from burning her skin. Gingerly she tossed the wavering orb of flickering magical flames from hand to hand. She had learned many such simple spells through her friends musical translations of ancient texts. The ambient music awoke images in Ezra's mind that acted like a catalyst between the mundane and the sorcerous planes.
Ezra Hood had always been sensitive to the vibes of the world around her. As if in tune with the resonance of nature and wild things. Merriweather, her now close friend was jealous of her new gifts but was complacent to assist her in the development of her gifts. They had agreed to keep their discovery a secret because Merriweather was paranoid about the government. Actually he was paranoid of everything that came close to being even a quasi-governmental task force. He was a conspiracy theorist and trusted almost no one. On top of the powers that Ezra had begun to develop, Merriweather had begun to change as well. He couldn't weave the patterns of reality but his very physiology had begun to change. He was growing unmistakably stronger and more resilient. It was as though he was physically absorbing the resonances from the cybermantic musics. He had come to the point where he could easily heft and throw the 500lb stage speakers or with little effort bend steel bars between his fingers. Ezra began to worry when Merriweather's skin began to take on a grayish blue hue. It was apparent that their dealings into this new concept of resonant hyper-consciousness based experimentation was changing them massively. Ezra, after the first year could rework the patterns of reality and her ever inquisitive compatriot had grown 3 feet taller and about a hundred pounds heavier. Merriweather topped out at about 9 feet tall and could easily shatter granite with no effort at all.
About a week later, after Merriweather's skin began to look more gray than... flesh toned, they decided to end their experiments with this new hybrid of magic and science. There was just too much they didnt know about what they were doing to their minds and bodies. Power corrupts, and this was definately power. They took all the data and music cd's to the bank vault and Ezra looked up to her massive friend as he locked the translated files into his safe deposit box. "M, do you think I'm just being paranoid? Is this the right thing to do?" she asked. 'M' had become her affectionate nickname for her titanic friend.
"I don't know Ezra. We may have stumbled on something beyond anybody's ability to understand or regulate. I mean... what if this became public knowledge? I could bash my way into a bank and basically take what I wanted to without fear of reprisal. Imagine some of the people out there with that power, and you! Look at you! Just by thinking about it you can hurl fire, turn into animals, fly, and tons of other crazy shit. Hell you hardly need me around unless you want something fixed or to carry heavy stuff. Ezra kicked him in the shin and hissed. "ouch ... you big lug. You know I need you around for other stuff to. Like cooking and um... reaching things on the top shelf in the closet." Ezra giggled.
"Did you forget that you can fly ?" M retorted.
"Shut up!" Ezra said as she was about to foolishly kick him again when four men in black ran into the bank with guns and asked people in a very unfriendly way to give up their cash or eat hot lead. No longer afraid of such hot lead styled threats, M looked to his small grinning friend.
"Well"... M said almost nonchalantly. " I always wanted to be a super hero."
Ezra Hood had always been sensitive to the vibes of the world around her. As if in tune with the resonance of nature and wild things. Merriweather, her now close friend was jealous of her new gifts but was complacent to assist her in the development of her gifts. They had agreed to keep their discovery a secret because Merriweather was paranoid about the government. Actually he was paranoid of everything that came close to being even a quasi-governmental task force. He was a conspiracy theorist and trusted almost no one. On top of the powers that Ezra had begun to develop, Merriweather had begun to change as well. He couldn't weave the patterns of reality but his very physiology had begun to change. He was growing unmistakably stronger and more resilient. It was as though he was physically absorbing the resonances from the cybermantic musics. He had come to the point where he could easily heft and throw the 500lb stage speakers or with little effort bend steel bars between his fingers. Ezra began to worry when Merriweather's skin began to take on a grayish blue hue. It was apparent that their dealings into this new concept of resonant hyper-consciousness based experimentation was changing them massively. Ezra, after the first year could rework the patterns of reality and her ever inquisitive compatriot had grown 3 feet taller and about a hundred pounds heavier. Merriweather topped out at about 9 feet tall and could easily shatter granite with no effort at all.
About a week later, after Merriweather's skin began to look more gray than... flesh toned, they decided to end their experiments with this new hybrid of magic and science. There was just too much they didnt know about what they were doing to their minds and bodies. Power corrupts, and this was definately power. They took all the data and music cd's to the bank vault and Ezra looked up to her massive friend as he locked the translated files into his safe deposit box. "M, do you think I'm just being paranoid? Is this the right thing to do?" she asked. 'M' had become her affectionate nickname for her titanic friend.
"I don't know Ezra. We may have stumbled on something beyond anybody's ability to understand or regulate. I mean... what if this became public knowledge? I could bash my way into a bank and basically take what I wanted to without fear of reprisal. Imagine some of the people out there with that power, and you! Look at you! Just by thinking about it you can hurl fire, turn into animals, fly, and tons of other crazy shit. Hell you hardly need me around unless you want something fixed or to carry heavy stuff. Ezra kicked him in the shin and hissed. "ouch ... you big lug. You know I need you around for other stuff to. Like cooking and um... reaching things on the top shelf in the closet." Ezra giggled.
"Did you forget that you can fly ?" M retorted.
"Shut up!" Ezra said as she was about to foolishly kick him again when four men in black ran into the bank with guns and asked people in a very unfriendly way to give up their cash or eat hot lead. No longer afraid of such hot lead styled threats, M looked to his small grinning friend.
"Well"... M said almost nonchalantly. " I always wanted to be a super hero."